You, not We.

You were the poem I wanted to write!

I was the verse, you never cared to read.

 You were the ecstatic feeling, I desired!

I was the expression that overwhelmed you.

You were the sleepless nights I smiled in!

I was the tinge of restless sleep that annoyed you.

The eternal gleam in my eyes was your emanation.

My emotions were treated with scepticism.

You were the yearning of the sunset!

I was the dismay of the dusk.

You were the astounding bit of snowy moon!

I was the scanty glow of the stars.

You were sunrise!

I was the ray of dawn!

You were the spring with vibrant feel!

I was the drab grey winter.

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I was meagre.

You were always soo absolute .

The music in my life,

from the broken flute.

We seemed so similar yet in variance.

The glimmer of the eternal ambience.

We were so close,

yet so far!

And that to me ...

Remains a scar!

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